covered in your
Even though it hurts,
you’re my favorite pain
For every time you left,
i ran out for one more hug,
coz every time you left,
i knew i’d never be happy until you were with me again.
She turns the corner, her phone buzzes.
Laughing, she answers ‘you can’t miss me already, i’ve just left’
Dismay resonates in his voice, “The most difficult thing is watching you walk away from me”
i lick your cheek to see if you taste like love and daydreams.
When i do it it’s cute.
When you strangely lick my neck, or the inside of my arm, or sometimes the curve of my knee, i wonder whether you’ve lost your mind.
Is it to taste or tease, or something involuntary that makes us attempt to slurp up a melting reality?
i wipe off the slurp.
Life has a way of splintering our ideals and it’s impossible not to recall that i bruised my tongue on the shards of reality
Acceptance is the greatest power over ones own emotions.
The more you fight something that you don’t have the power to change, the more miserable a person u become…
i see the most miserable and annoying people being happy, and all it does is make me miss being sad with you
Add 2 parts loss to one part hurt. Mix well.
The taste of defiance sits tersely on ones palate. Its’ flavour (and texture) like soft leather.
“We’ve begun to long for the pitter-patter of little feet – so we bought a dog.
Well, it’s cheaper, and you get more feet.”
– Rita Rudner